Destiny at the height of its might
A virgin gives it up in a rush under the perfect night
God like, mingle together to sway off the bloom on her face
Draw me a heart cut open by scars and drought
In this moment where space floats so slowly
And I cannot describe any words of wisdom
As the darkness envelops, I gulp a breathe of grit
Only to die so dry
She'll cover herself in parfumes of lotus and lavender
Cross her hair powdery of glinting golden glitters
A nasty robe that shows off her curves
But she cries, for whatever reason
Take me to the red fields, where flowers flush
Take ne underneath to divine contents where sins look radiant
Cosmic stars mirror the sacred chalice that connects us
Keeps us afloat, bright as brimming vats from heaven's clouds
Nowhere is there a better illustration of how compounded our bodies are coiled
Extra-thick sick-thoughts as she acts, to give up herself
In this tortured way it plunges any man's vertu upside down
I can hear the Devil cackling, twisting, hurting every bit of my feelings
Her inner imprint will battle it all
I can arrange the laws that tear and hold us apart
But can melancholy shred the very little inspiration that remains un-warped ?
Take me to the scraped fields, the frozen winters, the folded temples
The areas so weak, garbled from any expression
And quieter than poison, heavier than drums, lighter than feather, fiercer than fire
She'll let me know that I exist, in a way no one could codify but herself
"Write me a poem" she says, but what if it doesn't rhyme ?
